A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
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Joe Gibbs<br />
Second year Creative Writing and English student.<br />
Good Morning<br />
As a crack <strong>of</strong> thunder pierces the blackness, my eyelids<br />
peel apart sticky, gritty. Blinking the confusion and exhaustion out <strong>of</strong> my eyeballs I stare up at<br />
awful grey sky, at misty rain and black clouds. I pull myself – no, force myself up into a sitting<br />
position and as I do my scrambled brains rock forward and bash into the front <strong>of</strong> my skull, rattle<br />
there for a few seconds and then settle in a seeping, heavy mush. A hoarse cry escapes my<br />
parched lips as a terrific pain lances into my right eye, deep into my head and out <strong>of</strong> the other<br />
side, like someone has their thumbs in the socket and is trying to wrench the thing apart.<br />
Gingerly, I ease my legs over the side <strong>of</strong> the bench and plant my bare feet onto wet concrete.<br />
After a minute or so hunched like this, counting down from a number that I can’t even<br />
remember to fight the mounting nausea with splintered breaths, light hazy rain begins to<br />
penetrate my ripped t-shirt. There are drops <strong>of</strong> blood on the white fabric.<br />
Freezing cold and my shoes robbed – fantastic start to the day, son. T-shirt. Christ,<br />
where is my jacket?<br />
My jacket cost all <strong>of</strong> last week’s pay cheque – that only a few hours ago had my keys,<br />
wallet and phone resting in the nice, safe zipper pockets. I can’t help but grin at the irony. Then<br />
I stop grinning because it feels strange. An inspection with my tongue tells me that I am missing<br />
a lot more than my keys, wallet and phone, as it jabs at a section <strong>of</strong> bloody-tasting gum; an<br />
empty section <strong>of</strong> bloody-tasting gum, a space that before I woke up housed the teeth on the left<br />
half <strong>of</strong> my mouth.<br />
Jesus Christ on a bike, what happened last night?<br />
I know I was with Frank - not because I remember being with him, but because it had<br />
been arranged all week. He was back for the night, his outfit docking in <strong>Portsmouth</strong>. Trying to<br />
ignore the fierce pain in my head, eyes and now my mouth, I notice my hands for the first time.<br />
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